Part Two
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There was a countdown sounded across the near vicinity. Three...two...one. It could have been focused on any direction, but as Wally made a sudden turn, there was a crash, and then he and his "passenger" were thrown to the air for a mere second. And then just as it happened, they were sent crashing down, unceremoniously to the ground. No doubt it will leave a meager scratch if they were lucky.
They weren't, but this was more so referring to the now immovable speedster, who currently had his face imprinted into the sand, rather than to the still mobile raven-haired that was sitting up, and kicking some dirt out of his cape. "Leave it to his lucky stars." Wally half-whispered, when he lifted his head and saw that the only damage his partner suffered was a meager rip. He on the other hand had more than just a messy hairdo.
Robin turned suddenly, face forming into a frown. "Did you say something dude?" Then he got up, gripped one arm with the other and began walking towards him.
"Nothing." Wally grinned, feigning innocence. He let his eyes wander, as if to prove his point, and noticed the scattered debris that lay around them. "Some explosion, huh?" He joked, casually.
"Some explosion?" And Robin's voice raised a slight pitch. "That missile could have killed us both in an instant. At least I only suffered minor injuries."
"Pfft! Lucky brat." Wally half-muttered.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Yea, right." said Robin; he crossed his arms, resisting the urge to argue. "Well c'mon we need to find a place where we can think. "
"What for? To form a plan?"
"Well, duh! How else could we finish this mission?"
"Right, well umm..." Wally tried to stand, but the moment he put weight into his lower half there was a sharp pain that ran coursing through his legs. "Shoot!" He hissed in response. Slowly he lowered himself to sand, opting to sit languidly to allow his legs to spread and relax. "I think that crash twisted my ankle."
"It couldn't have." Robin was about to explain. "It could only have done a tiny scratch."
"But it hurts!" Wally whined.
"I'll be the judge of that." Robin bent down, grasped Wally's stained, black shoes when he felt a hand pushing him away roughly. "What?" He questioned, feeling slightly irritated; he glared at the tinge of pink that colored the freckled teen's cheeks.
"Just don't." Wally replied, attempting to turn away.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Just don't." Wally repeated.
"If that's all you're gonna say then I am going to continue." He took hold of Wally's grimy boots when felt a hand grip his shoulder. He sighed, looking up at the mixture of embarrassment and nervousness that were reflected in the green orbs above him. "Will you relax? I'm only going to examine your foot."
"I know...it's just." Wally paused, his face almost the same color as the roots of his hair. "...I'm a bit ticklish in that area."
"Oh..."
"...Yea"
"Well I'll be "really" careful." And then He smirked devilishly, cautious enough so as the redhead wouldn't notice a thing. "Beside I'm only going to take a peek."
"But!" Wally protested, gripping his arms, a bit too tightly.
"Will you relax? Look its just a bruise. Nothing too serious." He looked up to find his companion face slightly colored with a tinge of red. "What?"
"Nothing!" Wally quickly replied, making a gesture that he would very much love to have his shoes back. "It's just, well, that still makes me unable to run."
"Oh well..." And then that was when his gaze fell over some bushes located near a canyon wall. He turned to the expectant speedster. "...its nearing dark so we might as well stay near those plants."
Wally swiveled his head into Robin's view of the area and noticed nothing but meager greens. "What?" He exclaimed.
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Upon facing the shelter that was supposed to be their stay-in for the night, the grimace on his face only grew. "You are kidding right?" Wally asked in disbelief. He was of course referring to the "tiny" shrub filled with only a small amount of red fruit.
"What's wrong with this place?"
"Its out in the open is what's wrong. Where 'anyone' can see!" As he said it he made sure to emphasize the word "anyone", hoping the message would be clear enough to actually get through the raven-haired's no doubt thick skull.
"It's the nearest place that I could find, what with your apparent bruise and all." Robin stated in a monotone voice.
"I could take care of myself." Wally attempted push himself up, but flinched when he felt a jolt of pain shot. "This is just great." He muttered, feeling a bit foolish.
Wally could practically picture the humiliation that he would most undoubtedly receive - the secret smirk, the inside joke, the snickers behind his back. He felt anger bubbling inside him..and then there was a hand held out in his field of vision. No jokes, no smirks, only an arm ready to help him and - "If you're gonna be a baby about this then just take my arm. Ill help you limp your way to the spot."
"Har, har." But he grabbed the arm anyways.
"See," said Robin, keeping his grip steady. "With your small injury you can hardly stand."
"That's because its more than just a small bruise." Wally grimaced, limping slightly as he walked.
"I told you that's all there is to it."
"And I told you its' not."
"But it is."
"But its' not."
"Yes, it is. So...will you just quit being a baby about it and just deal with it?" They were now nearing the somewhat secluded area.
"You're a jerk is what you are. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Only by a certain redhead." As they approached the covered area, Robin noticed several thin branches hanging out of the bush.
"Well you must be deaf." Wally replied as he sat himself comfortably in the ground. It was near night now; a few stars could be seen, shining dimly into the vast background of the approaching darkness.
"I could hear fine and clear." said Robin, keeping himself busy by breaking off one of the branches.
"What are you doing?"
"I have a feeling that its' going to be cold tonight so I'm making a small fire."
"But wouldn't that attract attention?"
"In case you this has escaped your notice Mr. I'm-very-observant, but we're currently about three miles away from those Bialyan creeps. So the chances of being spotted are slightly slim."
"So you're being a know-it-all about it?"
Robin merely shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just stating the obvious." Then he broke one branch in half and threw both parts at the expectant redhead. "Here, make yourself useful and lit a flame."
Wally caught the two branches and then grinded them together. A small spout of fire was produced. "Yea, friction rocks." He grinned.
Robin gave him a look, eyebrows scrunching in different angles before he turned away, ears a bright shade of pink. "So I've gathered some sticks and a couple of rocks..."
"And you want me to fix it up?"
"You know that would be helpful."
"I thought you were going to do it."
"Well I've already done most of it..."
"So you thought I might want to finish it?"
"Pretty much." said Robin. He sat himself around the opposite the direction, masked eyes facing the green orbs before him. "So...care to tell me a little about your uncle's crazy experiments?"
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"-and I've been wanting to meet you for months. Ever since I saw your picture in the headlines, I just-" In mid-sentence, the red haired superhero stopped talking, and turned his attention to a sound of a rustle that he could have sworn was just there.
In front of him, his black-haired companion simply looked at him, clearly expecting him to continue. "Go on." He urged.
"-and then I was just amazed that you escaped from that mess. I mean you were so young-" He continued, only to be interrupted, though this time it was the noise of "giggles" that erupted from the petite boy in front of him.
Robin grinned comically at the freckled teen in front of him. "So what? You're saying that you adored my skills?"
Wally had expected the slightly younger superhero to laugh out loud. It was expectant; by the way his tone was practically vibrant with joy. Instead of course all he received was a smirk. He frowned, determined not to let the other get the better of him. "If as a crime fighter then yes because other than that you seem to have no other talent."
"Really?" And Robin's brow rose higher as if to show his disbelief. "I would have thought that you were a crazed fan of mine." His smirked turned devious, subtly hinting that he was in the mood for something mischievous.
"You were the only superhero I've ever heard about." Wally replied; he kept his gaze on the fire and stuck some sticks in to keep it lit. "And that was when I was still nine. I mean if I had heard of-"
Dark blue eyes stared at him from inside the innards of the green bush in front of him and for a moment he thought it was just the trick of dark. Leave it to a lack of anything sweet or the taste of junk food for more than three hours to give him delusions. He turned to Robin, seemingly oblivious to his hesitation and continued to speak. Unfortunately, that was when from the very same bush, a blond haired girl sporting a dark green costume, came tumbling out.
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Author's Note: So...umm, part two took a different turn from what I had originally planned. I mean the last part was still the same, but the ending of it was different. There will probably one or two more chapters after this, followed up by a brief epilogue of Dick/Wally fluffy goodness. Don't forget to review! :3
Before I leave, I would like to thank anyone who has reviewed, faved, or added this story to their alerts. Seriously I was blown away by the amount I recieved because I simply was not expecting it. So thank you; you guys are the best! XD
Preview: By the heaven in the skies it was like being presented with your very own fallen angel - Wally felt compelled to just reach up and lean it.